Crave Book Review Novels & Stories

"What's your favorite book?” I thought for a moment. "Hmm, that's a tough one," I said with a low tone. "I'd have to say...'Pride and Prejudice. It's a classic, I know, but there's something about Elizabeth Bennet, her intelligence, her...growth throughout the story. It's inspiring, in a way. It reminds me to...never judge too quickly, to always look for the good in people." Noah smiled. " Interesting. I've read it, of course," he said. "It's a...solid choice.

Like a male wolf following a she-wolf who's in heat. I spot Lucas heading our way, and I drop my book, hoping Lucas will pick it up. I wanted Nate to see us. I wanted him to be jealous, and I needed to see his worried look again. It was satisfying to see. I stop and watch Lucas pick up my book and give it to me. "Thanks," I say with a bright smile. "Anything for you," responds Lucas. He smiles, and I'm carried away by his deep dimples. I never realized he had the cutest dimples.

For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.

"I have cravings for meat ." "Are you saying that you are pregnant?* "No I am not pregnant. I only crave meat." "Do you want one now?" "Yes,but a raw one. A full turkey or chicken." Alex eyed the Queen for a while. "Please Alex ." Alex went to the kitchen and made his request. Mrs Jones gave him a full turkey. Alex paid 30 coins. Carmen did not wait long, she grabbed the turkey and began to eat. She licked any blood that covered parts of her mouth. And licked every finger with blood on it.

He took my hand and began caressing it before putting my head on his shoulder and whispering into my ear, "Stay." That was my last straw, which I couldn’t ignore. It would be impossible if I pretended like I was clueless, not knowing he was trying to seduce me, which I find myself loving. I crave him. Michael has never made me feel this way without having to touch me. Seth clearly saw me that day and didn’t care for the world what I was doing, screaming his name in that manner. He knows I wanted him, and he is clearly tempting me. Seth's warm hands fondled the back of my neck repeatedly, while his lips grazed the side of my neck. “Should I go ahead?” His warm breath oozed from his mouth to m

When you go too long without a mate, you start to lose your essence, everything that gives you substance. Life had begun to lose its flavor long ago, and now, even the routine of running his security empire, a business he had built after two centuries of dabbling in countless other dealings, felt hollow to him. He took over the company when it was small and technology was just starting out. His father left it to him when he passed away, and he had turned it into a multi-million-dollar empire. He had been waiting a lifetime for his mate, and the longer he waited, the more he withered inside.

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Kitten." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Nick... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

Craven wanted to please her; it was something he craved. “Yes, it was rather amazing.” Majesta gave a shy smile, but it didn’t touch her eyes. It bothered her that he wanted to know it pleased her. “I will have to tell the cook that you liked it.” Craven gave a nod to the serving girls. “Do you not eat?” It was a stupid question, he was a vampire, of course he didn’t eat. “I eat, but it is in a liquid these days.” Craven held up his glass. “I see.” In truth, she didn’t care either way, but it bothered her that he might drink her blood someday.

I couldn’t leave my room that day. Not after the close call. I stayed curled under the covers, body still throbbing from Mason’s tongue, mind replaying every filthy word and the dangerous hunger in his eyes. The ache between my legs refused to fade. I wanted him. Needed him. The forbidden pull had become unbearable. By morning, the craving consumed me completely. I slipped downstairs in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered my ass, the fabric riding up with every step. The house was quiet. I poured myself a hot cup of coffee, the steam rising like my own restless heat.